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 Sentinel Veltress:<br>
 In the age of great disaster, our goddess was filled with sadness at seeing so many deaths. They say her tears formed Lake Iris.<br>
 A long time ago, just once, I saw the lake nymphs dancing on the ripples as if they were gliding. Now all the lake nymphs have left, but sometimes if you take a walk around Lake Iris you can hear the echoes of their singing.
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